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I Dean of Genie	By : rae_roberts Category: Supernatural > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 2234 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own any rights to Supernatural, nor do I own any rights to either Disney's Aladdin or I Dream of Genie, which I have heavily ripped off for this fic. No money is being made from this silly little fic.

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“You’re safe here, Dean. You’re safe.”   Castiel’s deep voice pulled him up from the abyss, repeating the words like a magic spell against shame and fear.   A soft, fluffy wingtip rested on his shoulder. He could barely feel its weight, but it radiated warmth and calm. Looking up, he saw the child Cas standing guard over him, wielding an angel blade scarcely longer than Dean’s hand from wrist to fingertips.
Dean forced a chuckle. “I’m okay. You can put the pocketknife away, kiddo.”
“Dean.” Castiel’s voice in his head said, “That… Creature. Your former Master--”
“Forget it, Cas. It’s over. I’m fine.”   His voice was harsh, his throat tight. Dean felt humiliated, shaken by his loss of control. After all he’d been through--damn it, he’d literally spent years in hell--PTSD was just another fact of life. He and Sam both were all too familiar with nightmares, flashbacks, staving off panic attacks. But not over her, he berated himself. Not over something so trivial.
He started walking down a rocky path, grateful when Cas didn’t try to argue.   They were still in the distant past, somewhere in Western Asia, but the landscape had changed. Still desert, but a coastal region. The breeze carried a hint of moisture and the fresh tang of salt. Up ahead in the distance they could see the outline of a small village.   Nearer to them along the path stood a gnarled tree, its low, spreading branches casting a welcome patch of shade.
There was a child playing under the tree, a little girl, Dean saw, and as they approached he could see her striking resemblance to the human woman they’d seen with the Erelim, back in the oasis near the angel garrison.   There was something in her hand, a small toy, Dean thought, but she hid it away as they approached.
“You’re an angel,” she accused, pointing a finger at Cas.
“Yes, I am.”
“My baba is an angel. ”
“I am a Seraph. Not an irresponsible Erelim,”   he informed her loftily.
“You stink. Stinky Seraph,” she taunted in a sing-song. “Stinky Seraph!”
The little angel’s blue eyes widened at this insolence. “I do not!”
“Whoa, whoa.” Suppresing a laugh, Dean decided he’d better intervene.   “No insulting anyone’s father, and no calling names. I’m Dean,” he introduced himself to the little girl, “and this is my friend, Castiel. What’s your name?”
“I’m Minu! Will you be my friend, too?”
“Sure. We both will, won’t we, Cas?” When Cas didn’t reply Dean used the tip of his wing to nudge the reluctant angel forward.
“I’m sorry I called you stinky, Castiel.” Minu held out her hand, offering a small, rounded pebble. With a blink of big brown eyes framed with long lashes, she transformed it into a sparkling gemstone. “Please be my friend?”
“All right. But not because of that.” He waved the gift away.   “You don’t have to bribe me.”
With a giggle and another careless blink, the stone disappeared. “Want to play?” Without waiting for an answer, Minu reached out and tapped his arm. “Tag! You’re it!”   She whirled and ran for the tree, swinging herself up onto a low-hanging branch.
For an instant, the little angel stood frozen in confusion. Then he gave chase, only running a step or two before taking to the air. If Minu had been fully human, Cas could have caught up easily, but she’d made the tree her ally. Branches sprouting huge leaves moved to block him, letting the little girl stay just out of reach as Cas was forced to flutter back and forth looking for a clear path.
“She’s a nephilim, isn’t she?” Dean spoke to the adult angel in his mind. “And let me guess, ‘baba’ is out of the picture.”
“The worst sort of nephilim. Children like Minu were the reason Heaven decreed the offspring of angels and humans an abomination.”
“But it’s not her fault,” Dean protested.
“Of course not. As you surmised, her Erelim father did not stay to help raise the child or teach her to control her powers.”
“Well, that was a dick move.” In his mind, he heard Castiel sigh.
“You saw the Erelim, back at the garrison.    Child-like and full of joy, but their free will brought a dark side to those qualities. They were ever childish and unreliable.” Castiel drew Dean’s attention to the coastline, the subtle change in the scenery. “The girl’s mother fled her homeland to try and keep her safe.”
“Cas. Come down here.” Looking toward the village, Dean saw movement. A crowd had gathered at the gate and now they started down the road, raising a cloud of dust as they moved. The sea breeze carried their noise, a faint angry buzzing. Leaving the game of tag, the little angel touched down lightly beside him, and Minu followed a moment later, springing down from the tree and slipping her small, sun-browned hand into his.
“Minu!” A figure broke away from the rest and ran on ahead. Dean recognized her as the woman from the oasis, though older now. Ignoring Dean, she knelt down by the little girl, wrapping her in a fierce hug.
“Demon child! Sorceress!” The villagers crowded up, their faces twisted with hatred and fear.
Dean’s instincts took over. After all, he had plenty of experience in dealing with people on the verge of panic. “Hey! Everybody just calm down,” he commanded, stepping forward and placing himself between Minu and her mother and the mob.   No one even reacted. It was as if he wasn’t there.
Castiel’s voice spoke up in his mind. “Remember, this is history, Dean. It’s already happened.”
The child version of Cas vanished. Dean watched the scene play out around him. The crowd surrounded the little nephilim and her mother, but hung back just out of reach. Dean realized they were afraid of Minu. “She’s just a little kid,” he murmured, understanding that Cas was trying to teach him a history lesson, but hating the feeling of being helpless to intervene.
“Abomination! Demon in a child’s body!”
“You all stink!” Minu’s voice piped up, defiant.
“Minu, azizam, please,” Dean heard the child’s mother whisper. “Just take us away from here.”
“No, maman!   Why do we always have to go away?   They are the mean ones! They should go away!” Minu blinked and the nearest villager disappeared.
“Minu!   You bring that man back,” her mother said firmly, but just then the first stone flew.
“Kill the sorceress! Kill her before she destroys us all!” A hail of stones accompanied the shouts.
Minu stood staring in shock until a stone struck her mother’s shoulder. Then she blinked, sending the stones pelting back at the mob. Dean saw tears streaming down her cheeks as more stones rose up from the ground and struck the crowd.
“No! No, azizam, my darling--” her mother reached for her, but Minu pushed her away, thoughtlessly knocking her to the ground with her superhuman strength.
“Maman!” The child’s body trembled with sobs, and the earth under the mob’s feet seemed to tremble in sympathy. The villagers screamed and clutched at one another in terror, tumbling as the ground opened up into a pit. Rocks rained down on the few who managed to cling to the edges, until they, too, fell screaming into the depths.
Another tear-filled blink from Minu and the ground closed over her tormentors, now her victims. The scene began to fade away, then, and Dean found himself back in the motel room. “Cas, man, that was intense--” he began, but the angel was pushing himself upright to sit on the side of the bed.
“We have to get ready for Hannah.”
“Hannah?” Dean repeated blankly, still caught up in what he’d witnessed.

“Hannah,” Castiel repeated patiently. “She’s meeting us here. Now.”

Author's note: My inspiration for "baby" Cas came in part from the lovely fanart of Lalalettie. (She drew lots of grown-up Cas and Dean, too.) If you haven't before, check it out: http://cafe-de-labeill.livejournal.com/39045.html?page=2
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